In the fall of 1985, I crossed the Pont Neuf in Paris more than just once or twice. In fact, I crossed it, turned, and crossed it again. In that year, the bridge that calls itself new, actually looked really new to me, as well as to the rest of the world. Christo and Jeanne-Claude had just wrapped it. I couldn’t stop walking on the stunning fabric that covered not only the sides and vaults of the Pont Neuf’s twelve arches, but the sidewalks as well. I can recall my amazement that the street lamps on both sides of the bridge were wrapped, too, and how beautifully all this wrapping extravaganza was restrained by miles and miles of rope. And I also recall what I was wearing at least on one of these bridge crossing days – my favourite sweater from Jean-Charles de Castelbajac’s Peanuts collection for Iceberg. A sweater with Linus van Pelt on it, my security blanket carrying childhood hero. To be quite frank, he is still my hero – as are Jean-Charles de Castelbajac for putting him on a pullover,  and Christo and Jeanne-Claude for an art project that still takes my breath away.